One Hope-Part Three<3

“So… what’s up with dad?” I asked. “Well… you see…,” my mom started. “Yea? Go on…” “Well, he’s not exactly here…,”my mom continued. I stared at her with confusion. “He’s not here right now because he’s traveling like you told me.” “Well… that’s not the truth,” my mom said uncomfortably. “Then, what’s the truth?” “He’s…He’s…He’s…,”my mom started. Then tears started to flow down her face like a river. “He’s WHAT?” “d-dead…,”my mom stuttered. My eyes widened, but not with sadness or shock, but with anger.
“WHAT?! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME? I KEPT ON DREAMING THAT HE’D COME BACK!” I exclaimed with anger. “I never thought you’d need to know…,”my mother chocked out.

“BUT I’M THIRTEEN AND I DESERVED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO SOMEONE I AM REALATED TO BY BLOOD! AND HE WAS MY FATHER! I LOVED HIM EVEN THOUGH I DIDN’T KNOW HIM WELL!”

“I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD EVEN WANT TO KNOW THAT MUCH AND I DIDN’T WANT TO HARM YOU EITHER!” my mom screamed.

“I CONTINUED TO DREAM, I CONTINUED TO WISH, AND I CONTINUED TO HOPE THAT HE’D COME BACK TO ME AND TELL ME EVERYTHING! BUT NO HE’S NOT EVEN HERE, NOT EVEN CLOSE! YOU WANTED TO HIDE THIS FROM ME FOREVER?!” I screamed with hurt, fear, confusion and sadness.

“I never said forever,” my mom tried.
“I don’t care anymore… you don’t care about how I felt did you? You wanted to hide this from me. Didn’t you know it would hit me so hard? Didn’t you know that the longer you hid this from me, the more pain it would cause me? Didn’t you-” I cried. “ENOUGH!” my mother shouted. I looked at her once with my brown eyes. Turned and ran up the stairs slamming the door to my room.

I pulled out the diary my mother had given me and write inside the heart ‘R.I.P. my dad….’ Then I started my entry:
‘My mom is a liar. She intended to hide from me everything about my dad. How could she? I’m her daughter and I deserved to know. Why did she lie to me? Why did she do this to me? Why didn’t she think about how I would feel?? Why wouldn’t she tell me a single DETAIL about my dad… I never knew that my mother would do this to me… why won’t she let me know about dad? Why? It wasn’t like he was a criminal! Or maybe it’s just because she can’t trust me. But whatever it is. I’m mad at her for not telling me the truth.’

I closed the diary, and turned off the light, burying my head under my pillows wondering why my mom had to do this to me. And I fell asleep with my face stained with tears…